[Once they both have a suitable amount of alcohol in their glasses, he reaches out to tap them together, then follows suit by nervously sniffing the liquid inside. It smells... curious, to say the least. Cinnamon is nice, but he's not sure how well it's going to mix with the booze itself.

Well, only one way to find out.] It's all a matter of finding the kind that appeals to you, whether it's wine or spirits or beer.

[Steeling himself, he holds the glass in the air and grins, not without some trepidation.] Bottoms up, and hopefully everything stays down! [Down the hatch it goes!

......and he promptly coughs, covering his mouth with a fist as the liquid burns his throat. When he speaks, his voice comes out in a higher pitched wheeze.] Spicy.